Herculean Oceans, Birthing Infant Waves (7) Poem by Captain Cur
Herculean Oceans, Birthing Infant Waves (7)
Oceans pulse and breathe,
Rhythmic tides their breath
Through veiled partitions
Eyes submerged in rest;
Counting patterned stars,
Phases of the moon,
As they slowly drift to sleep
Her fingers gently pull,
Covered in their wavy beds
By sheets of lurid blue.
Unconcerned what time they wake
Though somewhere it is morn
For their many days are spread
Across this lovely world,
Soon arising with the sun
And birthing infant waves
In the waters of this calm,
Life, wonderful and strange.
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4/25/2024 8:54:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The waves of the ocean, as long as they stay in their baby form, are very beautiful.I enjoyed reading your poem Captain!
True! We all know full well what happens when those baby Herculean waves mature.